The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The clock on the wall ticks with a rhythm that feels less like time and more like a slow, grinding bone. It is 2:58 AM. You are Mara, thirty-four, and you are standing in the center of the municipal archive, holding a flashlight that has begun to flicker. The concrete want in your chest is a physical ache, a tightness behind the ribs that has persisted for three years. You need out. You need...

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